Page 2 of You're My Person - For Always

Their dad, sitting in prison for assault with a deadly weapon, owed Tom Pruitt a favor. In return, he and Zane carried out their part.

Tom Pruitt wanted his daughters to believe he was dead. But the truth was, he was sitting on death row in the state prison, waiting for the day his life would end.

He held the truth from Kenna because the lie was painful enough. She'd never be able to go through losing her dad all over again if she found out his secret.

She yanked her wrist free from his clutch and stepped closer, her breasts pressing against his chest. His body hardened more.

"Please, King," she murmured, her voice thick with need. "Don't send me back, thinking no one will ever love me again. That today might be the last time I ever get to see you. That you're getting ripped away from me, just like my family."

The air charged between them. Tension rolled through his body. He fisted his hands, banging them on the wall, fighting the urge to give her everything she wanted.

Kenna rolled her hips against him, biting her bottom lip. She pushed his boundaries, testing him, and a part of him was one hundred percent in on the game she played.

He leaned down. His mouth hovered over hers. "Are you sure?" he whispered.

Kenna pulled his face down to hers without a second thought, her lips crushing against his in a heated kiss that sent shockwaves through him. He tugged her closer, taking control of the kiss with years of pent-up lust pouring out.

She tangled her fingers in his hair, tugging him closer, dancing her tongue in and out of his mouth.

Her breath mingled with his. A rush of desire hit him low.

He gripped her ass, lifting her slightly so she could feel him fully against her. Kenna moaned into his mouth, attempting to climb him and failing.

He picked her up. She'd won. The game she played was far more complex and dangerous than she understood. But he couldn't fight her.

The world outside their embrace faded away. Only their pounding hearts filled the silence. Kingsley slid his hands underneath her shirt and spread his palms on her bare back.

She gasped into his mouth. He groaned, his grip tightening as he explored the curve of her waist and the softness of her hips.

He needed to touch every inch of her.

Setting her on her feet, his hands went to the front of her body, molding over her ribs, her breasts. She arched into his touch, her nipples pebbling against his palm. Kingsley's thumb circled the tightness, teasing until she writhed in his arms.

He broke the kiss, panting as he stared down at her. "You're going to get more than you begged for."

Kenna's eyes sparked with determination. "Show me," she challenged.

With a low growl, Kingsley claimed her mouth again, his other hand reaching between her legs to cup her sex. She was wet, soaking through her panties. He slid his fingers under thefabric, finding her clit and stroking with a firm pressure that had her hips jerking in response.

Her nails dug into the leather of his vest, holding on as he brought her closer and closer to the edge as she whimpered.

He needed her wet, plump, and ready.

Her knees buckled. He caught her, walking her backward to the hotel bed until she tottered and lost her balance, sitting on the bed with a plop. He went down with her, spreading her legs.

He slipped the tip of his pinky in her pussy, stroking in and out with slow deliberation. Kenna held on, not moving. That told him everything he needed to know.

She hadn't been with anyone else.

He moved his mouth to her neck, licking, sucking, nibbling his way to her ear. "I can stop," he whispered.

He needed to give her an out. She postured, coming across as unbreakable. But this was no longer a game she played. It was her virginity.

And he knew her better than she knew herself.

She wasn't as tough as she wanted him to believe. There was a sensitivity about her that allowed all the things in her short life to scar her.

He wanted inside her. To get deeper, beyond the scars, and heal the hurt.

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